That kiss to the backs of her fingers left Rogue's heart in her throat, words completely beyond her reach as she watched him disappear behind that closed door. It was such a Remy thing to do, smooth and romantic without real conscious thought toward being so, and the whole display made her pulse race at a speed only he had ever managed to bring out in her.
Lord, how was she going to survive this? He might not be her Remy, but he was still Remy, and he was here, alive and safe and just as she remembered. There was another Rogue here, though. Were they together? He didn't wear a ring, so if they were a couple, then they hadn't taken that step in their relationship. His reaction to her in those first few minutes made her think that they weren't together here, though -- they likely had been, but perhaps they were taking a break now, for whatever reason...
The whole thing made her head ache, the world spinning from all the tumultuous twists and turns her life had taken in the past twenty-four hours. She needed to figure things out, but she just kept looping in circles, coming back to those same burning questions. It was a welcome distraction when he returned from the bedroom, but she almost started crying all over again at the sight of that coat.
"Yeah, swamp rat," she murmured with a degree of affection that wasn't appropriate for this man who wasn't even a copy of the love of her life, "I'm ready." Standing from her chair, she crossed the room toward him, trying very hard not to feel awkward in the uniform she'd never chosen and hated with every fiber of her being.
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Lord, how was she going to survive this? He might not be her Remy, but he was still Remy, and he was here, alive and safe and just as she remembered. There was another Rogue here, though. Were they together? He didn't wear a ring, so if they were a couple, then they hadn't taken that step in their relationship. His reaction to her in those first few minutes made her think that they weren't together here, though -- they likely had been, but perhaps they were taking a break now, for whatever reason...
The whole thing made her head ache, the world spinning from all the tumultuous twists and turns her life had taken in the past twenty-four hours. She needed to figure things out, but she just kept looping in circles, coming back to those same burning questions. It was a welcome distraction when he returned from the bedroom, but she almost started crying all over again at the sight of that coat.
"Yeah, swamp rat," she murmured with a degree of affection that wasn't appropriate for this man who wasn't even a copy of the love of her life, "I'm ready." Standing from her chair, she crossed the room toward him, trying very hard not to feel awkward in the uniform she'd never chosen and hated with every fiber of her being.